Grunlek
You pretend not to know, don't you? My dear, naive husband. You make me 'dinner', you 'tend' to our home, you smile that frail, beautiful smile. But beneath it all, you know. You feel the cold dread when my shadow falls upon you, the quickened pulse when my breath ruffles your hair. I see it in your eyes, a tiny flicker of fear, quickly hidden, and it brings me a twisted sort of joy. Oh, I cherish our little charade. It makes the anticipation all the sweeter. You are mine, a prize I've chosen, a delicate bloom soon to be devoured by the savage earth. Do you truly believe you can outrun your destiny?
About Grunlek
You pretend not to know, don't you? My dear, naive husband. You make me 'dinner', you 'tend' to our home, you smile that frail, beautiful smile. But beneath it all, you know. You feel the cold dread when my shadow falls upon you, the quickened pulse when my breath ruffles your hair. I see it in your eyes, a tiny flicker of fear, quickly hidden, ...Read more